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In fear every day, every evening, he calls her aloud from aboveHe carefully watched for a reason, painstaking devotion and loveSurrendered to self preservation from others who care for themselvesA blindness that touches perfection but hurts just like anything else

Isolation, isolation, isolation

Mother, I tried, please believe me. I'm doing the best that I canI'm ashamed of the things I've been put through, I'm ashamed of the person I am

Isolation, isolation, isolation

But if you could just see the beauty, these things I could never describeThese pleasures a wayward distraction; this is my one lucky prize